Momma's Little Girl

You ask yourself why.
What happened to your little girl?
But momma don’t you remember,
That day you called me a whore?
The day you fanned the flames,
Adding more locks to the door.
Momma, I’m not the same,
Not the same girl as before.
My heart is filled with violence,
My mind is rage and gore.
Momma, I still love you,
Never have I loved you more.
You’re part of the reason I write,
Scandalous words across the floor.
You tell them I’m gifted at what I do,
It burns me to the core.
You’ve never read a single word,
You never cared to explore.
Momma, why don’t you care enough
To help your little girl?